#eizun

Lips pressed into a tight line as she stares at Heejun with a deadpan expression, Jinri could only stare at the male judgingly.  Was he really serious about the little bird? For all she knows, she was going to throw the balloon once it’s deflated. ❝Are you really serious? You do know I’m not the kind of loiters, right? ❞

Even if Jinri was playful, she wasn’t someone who will leave her trash all over the place. Jinri was still a decent human being who cares for the earth. Maybe it was what differ the two, Heejun being the motherly, worried type while she is the adventurous and up to the extreme kind of girl. No wonder their personality clash, but it doesn’t mean she did not appreciate the male’s company. 

“Well how am I supposed to get it out otherwise?!”

Frustration was written all over his face, how a simple thing as ice cream could cause such an emotion was still a big mystery, but i had happened. The thing was, that the ice cream cone he wanted had gotten stuck between a bunch of other ones, now this may sound like a small problem but considering Heejun wanted the one at the bottom, it was a much harder task. For another person this would’ve only taken a few lifts of the ice creams around the other, but it seemed like the had stuck together, their paper sticking to each other like glue. Sort of. It was kind of a like a tug war between him and the ice cream, the girl was right though, he should really stop man-handling the poor ice cream.

“You know what? Let’s just get a freaking box of ice cream instead of this stupid cone.”

Behaving like a child was nothing new and for once Heejun didn’t even think of what the other people in the small store would think of him. Being almost 20 it would be considered that one could behave outside but the male didn’t think this would bother anyone or affect anyone’s life. At least he hoped so, the only thing that did slightly bother him was the way the female would look at him, would she think he was being silly now? Then again, who would blame her if that was the case.

social justice warrior who? it’s ice-cream justice warrior now. who knew yeonha would fight so hard ( not really ) just for the safety of a frozen treat? no one saw it coming, no one... ALRIGHT, maybe that’s a bit of a lie. she very often shows signs and tendencies of being defensive and protective over food. there isn’t much she won’t eat, nothing she’ll really push away if her stomach rumbles loud and long enough to be considered annoying. in all honesty, the hollered sentence was totally something natural for this particular parkour goddess. after all, she is the one who still bought a pack of candy when she was just given a free bag of chips, claiming it needed a friend. but at the same time, she’ll openly and proudly call herself a pig. 

the truth? it’s both of them. she’s both a big eater and someone who apparently cares about the feelings of the items she’s about to devour. strange, she has more of an attachment to food than she does to actual living, breathing humans - ones who could possibly return the feelings. but enough talk of her beliefs, back to the actual shenanigans, the literal fiasco unfolding. heejun’s hand is probably elbow deep in a freezer, trying to tear cones apart, sort through them to pick his desired type / flavor. she doesn’t blame him, really, she’d probably endure the same struggle if it meant sating the craving she had on her mind. but it honestly is unnecessary, a waste of time. 

      there are various level of weariness any person may experience; a little to few hours of sleep, a bad night sleep is one level -- another is having an exceedingly occupied day with never-ending work or tasks but ilseong ... he’s on a whole different level of exhausted. he’s the epitome of languishment in a living form now asleep on heejun’s shoulder. and to think he almost fell asleep during class several times today... he knows that the minute he will get comfortable slumber would onslaught him -- he knows it so well yet chooses to follow his older friend’s orders and tag along. friend... what an odd term. he met heejun once, a year ago, in some strange program their school decided to excecute of seniors taking care of juniors; those who had just begun the tenth grade -- frightened and precarious youngings with no clue of how deplorable their lives would become the moment they would step out of the school into the ‘real world’. heejun was his... ‘older brother’ --- such a peculiar term, he could possibly propose a divergent one but no one guarantees it would be even considered. oh well. are they friends? in some terms they do fill in enough criterions to be considered in a friendship but does it feel like it? sometimes. heejun is too dumb for ilseong in the sense of his everlasting innocence -- he holds the trait of a gullible guy, someone who easily trusts others or at least that is how he strikes as a person to ilseong -- a person who is affable towards everybody, someone with wit and a warm heart -- the young boy could have shown fastidiousness if it was not for the fact he lacks true friends. or fake ones. or any, at all. except solitude ---- solitude is his dear friend as of long ages. but that is diversting from the topic.

      ilseong is exhausted to the bone and the moment they’re in the bus he cannot hold back anymore -- he must close his eyes although his mind says he mustn't albeit, his eyes win in this particular battle and he is fast asleep before heejun can even blink or process. it is a serene and soundless ride in the bus which holds a grand affect on the boy’s slumber. both arms folded across his chest and his face finally cleansed from all grimace and rancour he’s so easily identified with. he’s so delicate and so tranquil it’s almost beautiful ------ to witness the boy with gritted teeth, bruised skin and furrowed eyebrows naked of all layers and guards and simply so defenseless, vulnerable. if he were to see himself, he’d snap of vexation. but he doesn’t -- he is not even aware that he’s so deep in his peaceful brief sleep. 

      until the light movements of heejun’s shoulder tremble him back to the reality. the next stop is announced and he snaps back into the awake state with a deep inhale from his nose, deep and long... lasting for a few seconds he takes to process it all. and once he does, he’s mortified for being in such a state in front of someone he might earnestly come to like (lord knows how hardly he ever likes anyone) but that isn’t shown on his expression. the only thing apparent is the light frown marking his forehead and the tender scowl of his lips when he rubs his eyes open. if ilseong didn’t think that feeling the bags underneath one’s eyes growing is possible well now he does. (light) redness around them is his signature look and he’s rubbing them in a vain endeavor to wake up but lord... the taste of slumber in his mouth is so disgustingly enticing him back to sleep that it is nearly infeasible not to give in. his slightly parted lips are a gesture that he wishes to speak but in fact as he glances at heejun the expression is blank and he’s averting his gaze back to the front of the bus, now seated in a less comfortable position. the tone of his voice is groggy and at that very moment all that he wants is crawl into his poor excuse of a bed at an old abandoned booth near the drive in, the trailer park where his dad lives. oh, how much he misses that bed now.

If there had been any other day, a day where Heejun was more eager to get out and about with things, the answer ‘,maybe some other time’ wouldn’t do it for him. By now he would pratically be asking the feamle, on his knees if needed to follow him on whatever silly adventure that had popped into the mind of this young male. Today however, the excitement wasn’t that strong  and it was clear in the tone of the other voice that it was not time to test boundaries. But maybe it was just worht one try.. “Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top, come with me. It’ll be fun I swear, and if you don’t enjoy it we can just turn back.” Now, Heejun wasn’t always the type of person to ask someone so nicely and ‘cutesy’ in order to get what he wanted, but it was still worth trying and perhaps if the female would change her mind, the excitement of going out would come to him and make him act slightly like a kid on christmas. Or maybe not, because that would be super embarrassing and without further ado the male would turn on his heel and walk back home, more like run but it wasn’t needed to say that out loud. There was a part of him however that was slightly scared that he might have made the situation worse by asking one more time. People could easily get irritated by someone who just wouldn’t take their first no as an answer, and even though Heejun wasn’t quite sure how  Anastasia would react to this but there was a light in his eyes that showed her, clearly, that no harm had been intended in asking again. Sometimes, the male was just to naive and a typical 19 year old who didn’t quite know when to shut up. Blabbering had never been a side of his but asking for something twice, let’s just say it had been done many, many times before.

Anastasia doesn’t really know why she keeps the younger around. And here she would usually question her brother’s company, now, it was hers. Possibly it was because of how he would search for her to follow him on whatever ‘adventure’ he suddenly had the desire to go onto. Or maybe it was because of the dark clouds that linger in his mind that interest her. Definitely the latter. But sometimes the brightness of his smile annoys her so. It blinded her even that even the dark rooms of the club could be lit up by him. And because of that, she despised it whenever he was so chirpy.

“You do have to realise your definition of fun is nothing like mine,” she stated simply as her eyes were not on him as usual when she spoke, too busy paying attention to her phone as her ‘guards’ stood behind her a couple feet away. Again, not really needing them but they were all for show. A woman of power she was, an independent woman definitely. It was surprising how the other felt acted so casual with her when she could easily ‘take him out’ if his presence were that annoying to her. But again, why hasn’t she done it so?

뭐효? my muse’s reaction to your muse … (+ for reversed roles)!누구? @eizun!상태? not accepting!

☾ = being found shirtless

          Woah – what a sight. Now, don’t get him wrong, he isn’t repelled because Heejun’s body is something to be ashamed of (quite the contrary, he would never admit for it is too strange to utter words like those) he is repelled because thinking of another male or seeing them half naked (yes, topless included) is disgusting to him. It is feasible that he had been influenced by his father’s religious views a little too much because with the education he’s received, the male gender is utterly abhorred and revolting when it comes to fondness or attraction. Is he homophobic? Yes, most likely yes ... to an extent that even just his friend changing his shirt in front of his causes him uncomfortable shivers down his spine, tingles his entire limbs and rises the urge in him to vomit (well, not precisely) the more he ponders about it. It is peculiar and the sensation is indeed horrid -- manifest in the frown which instantly is worn upon his expression, previously imperturbable now affronted. There is nothing wrong with the deed and he is aware it was done innocently, without any intentions on causing him such abominable sensations however being the youngster who he is Jinhong now begins over-thinking (a concept he’s yet to figure how to dismiss of his natural conduct) about how appalling two guys together -- romantically, yes -- genuinely is ... his friend is nowhere near behaving in such a way towards him or even developing feelings towards the male gender ... but what if this is a test sent from god himself to see if Jinhong can deal with such situations? Or... what if Heejun has got a secret motive to this and the boy is about to experience something absolutely horrible?! Oh god ... now he is just thinking complete nonesense. Hurriedly, he brushes these farcical notions away from his anserine mindset and endeavors to recover some dignity by averting the conversation (which ceased to continue as the older of the two went to his bedroom to grab a new shirt, not to build a scheme to torture our youngster) towards the movie that they had planned on watching.